This morning the pups had some serious attitude. I heard Goldie fussing around while I was having breakfast, getting gradually angrier until she literally roared with fury. There are few things scarier than a three-pound fluffy puppy howling with rage.
Upon further investigation, it turned out these she was trying to climb out of the box to get to Trinity, who was lying a few feet away. Trinity had a look of apprehension on her face, ears sideways as she contemplate a future in which her personal space was finally forfeit.
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